"Sam, how did SIU go?" Ed looked across the table at Sam, concerned.

"Ok." Sam shrugged. "Justified, but ongoing."

"Good. You ok?" Ed narrowed his eyes at Sam, accessing him.

"Yeah I'm good." Sam nodded and looked at the table. He was. Good that is. He was doing his job. The call had gone completely off the rails from the start. They were called for a jumper, but when they got there, they found that the jumper's boyfriend had actually been trying to force her to jump with a homemade bomb.

When they got to the scene, Jules and Leah interviewed the people who called it in. They'd seen the woman from the street and had called 911. It wasn't until the third witness called them from the stairwell to the roof that they knew what was really happening.

"I can't believe they didn't have someone there with access to the security cameras. Who sends all their security staff to a conference and leaves the new intern to watch things?" Wordy shook his head.

"Them apparently." The side of Spike's mouth quirked and everyone chuckled.

Jules smiled across the table at Spike, glad to see he was feeling a little better. "So." She looked at Greg who nodded and started reading the transcript.

When Greg got to the point where he found out why the boyfriend had the bomb, Sam chuckled. He shook his head. "I've heard of OCD, but he was hyper-OCD."

"Yeah I don't think she knew what she was getting into when she moved in with him." Wordy nodded and smiled.

"That apartment wasn't messy even by military standards." Sam raised his brows.

"It almost makes yours look like a pig sty." Jules nudged Sam playfully.

Sam looked at her and gave her a crooked smile. "Well, there was a cup in the sink. I wouldn't do that."

"Oh the horror." Spike put his hands on his cheeks and dropped his mouth open in a horrified look which got everyone laughing.

Leah, sitting next to Greg, leaned over and looked at the transcript. "He said: I can't stand her sloppy habits. She leaves small globs of toothpaste in the sink after she brushes her teeth. And she never cleans her hair out of her brush!" She looked around the table, an amused look on her face. "Yikes. He wouldn't want to live with me."

Greg let them prattle on for another minute before he cleared his throat and got them to refocus. He read on and looked up as he got closer to the point where Spike was working on the bomb. He could see the techie's knee was bouncing and he was running his fingers over the name on the gold plate attached to the black band. He stopped and said softly, "Spike." When the younger man didn't look at him, he said it again. "Spike?"

Spike looked up but couldn't bring himself to look at any of them. He'd nearly cost them their lives. He didn't know what he'd do if he ever caused another teammate's death. He felt a hand on his shoulder and turned his head, his eyes locking with kind blue ones.

"You succeeded Spike, which means the team succeeded. No what ifs." Wordy smiled at the younger man. Spike was still struggling with Lou's death, hell they all were but Spike had taken it the hardest. He knew it was important after one of these close calls to give Spike some extra support.

"No what ifs." Spike repeated and looked down at his hand resting on the band on his wrist. I miss you so much buddy, he thought sadly. He felt another hand on his shoulder and looked up to see Leah standing next to him. He smiled up at her. He felt two more bumps and more pressure on his shoulders as the rest of Team One gathered around him, their hands on his shoulders.

Winnie, watching from the desk let a small, barely audible, "Awww" escape her lips. She felt bad for Spike. The last few weeks since Lou died had been hard on him. He would still stop and talk to her, but part of his spark had definitely dulled a little.

Commander Holleran looked up from the report he was reading when he heard Winnie speak. He'd been trying to multitask by walking and reading as he had a meeting with the Chief in ten minutes about that report. He stopped for a moment and observed his top, elite team. They worked so well together for a reason, their bond. He was glad to see Constable Kearns was finding her place with them. He smiled and continued his multitasking as he headed to his office.

The team sat back down and continued the debriefing. Once they were done, and no other hot calls came in, they went out on patrol.

As they headed out, Sam looked at Jules. "You mind if we stop by my bank since we're going to be in the area?"

"Sure." Jules shrugged. "If you're short for lunch I can buy and you can pay me back."

He gave her a lopsided grin. "Thanks, I'm good. I just need to do a transfer. Won't take long."

"Ok." Jules smiled. "Then Timmy's?"

"Definitely." Sam nodded and made the first turn.

##### her perspective 1100 hrs #####

Sherry sniffed and wiped her eyes as she got off the Gardiner and headed into downtown Toronto. She couldn't stop crying. She'd tried, but she had so many emotions swirling inside it was all she could do. She wiped her eyes again and took a deep breath. She tightened her grip on the wheel and waited for her next turn. The GPS said she was only three miles from the bank.

Oh god, she thought. Can I really do this? She bit her lower lip and nodded to herself. Yes. I have to. He'll kill the kids. That thought brought the tears again and she gritted her teeth. "Get a hold of yourself dammit." She saw a cooking supply store and pulled over. She'd need a weapon.

##### subject's perspective #####

He grinned at the screen as he watched her cry. It felt delicious to see her suffering. After what she did, she deserved it and more. He leaned back in his comfy desk chair and sipped his Timmy's fountain soda. He'd been concerned she would recognize his voice and was a little irritated that she didn't.

How could she not know who he was? She was his boss for three damned months! Granted it was a good sized office with twenty others in his department, but that wasn't an excuse for her to not remember something simple like a voice! He'd wanted to blow her up in that moment, but his desperation won out.

If he didn't get the money, today, he would lose everything. Hannah would take Lincoln and he'd never see his precious boy again. He thought his boss would understand since she has a special needs child of her own, but she didn't.

Every time he had to call to say he'd be late or couldn't come in, she would berate him when he got back to work. He'd explained to her that his son had been deprived of oxygen during his birth which caused brain damage. Most of the time Lincoln would be fine when he dropped him off at school, but lately Lincoln had been having a hard time when he died to leave. Sometimes Lincoln would throw a fit at home, throwing his breakfast all over the kitchen and his dad making them late. Or, it would just be a total meltdown and he couldn't leave Lincoln at school.

He did everything he could to try to calm and soothe Lincoln, but nothing seemed to work, not even his usual balm, music. When he'd discovered Lincoln's shared love for rock music, he'd filled an MP3 with all of his favorites. He loved everything from hair bands to a little of the harder stuff like Linkin Park (his brown eyes lit up when he heard the name) and Nickelback.

Then came the day that Lincoln had a meltdown and accidentally knocked the MP3 player out of his hand, shattering it on the floor. That had escalated the tantrum to new heights and he'd had no choice but to give Lincoln one of his nightly sedatives to get him to calm down. He hated to do that. He never wanted Lincoln to miss out on all of the joys of life. That's why he took Lincoln on outings in the morning before work and on the weekend. It was their special father son time, but that was ruined by her.

She was a cold-hearted bitch. He'd hoped that she would understand, but she didn't. After a hellish week with Lincoln, he'd gone into work that Friday to her yelling at him in front of everyone that he was using his son to get special treatment. She fired him right then and there. He and Hannah were already strapped for money because of Lincoln's medical expenses, but this was the last straw for Hannah. It was the fourth job he'd lost in the last year and they were already behind on their mortgage.

Two hundred thousand dollars would solve their problems. It would pay off their mortgage and get them in a better position with Lincoln's bills. Who better to get the money for them than the woman who caused this? Yes, he thought as he watched her walk out of the store, a large knife hidden in a paper bag. You will fix your mess and save us.

##### her perspective #####

She got in the car, pulled the knife from the bag and looked at it. Oh god, she thought, can I really go through with this? She put a shaking hand to her face and wiped her eyes. A man in an SRU uniform walked to the store and looked in her direction. He did a double take and stopped at the door, but she'd already started the car and backed out of her spot and into the street. Sherry threw the car into drive, wiped her eyes and continued down the street towards what she knew would be the worst day of her life.

##### their perspective #####

Wordy watched the woman leave, a little concerned, then turned and went into the store. She looked really upset, but he chalked it up to a bad day. He shrugged to himself as he hummed and made his way to the coolers.

"Everything ok Wordy?" Leah asked from the truck.

"Yeah, just saw a woman that looked upset, but she left so.." Wordy grabbed three drinks from the coolers and started back to the register to pay for them.

"No damsel in distress?" Spike said dejectedly from his seat behind Leah. He sat back and sighed, looking out the window.

Leah turned and gave him an amused "are you serious?" look.

Ed looked at Greg from the passenger seat of their SUV and chuckled. "Pretty sure you're going to be the damsel in distress if you aren't careful Spike."

Sam raised a brow at Jules as he made another turn towards his bank. He laughed at the look on her face. "Good thing we're a ways away from you."

Jules smiled and shook her head.

Spike's head whipped to Leah, his eyes wide. "Oh, uh, I mean-"

After letting him sputter for a minute, Leah put up a hand and smiled at Spike as Wordy climbed back into the driver seat. "It's all good Spike." She smiled.

He sat back, but knew he'd probably be sorry later when he saw Jules. Spike changed the subject by thanking Wordy for his energy drink and launching into a funny story about him drinking too many and literally bouncing off the walls.

##### her perspective 1135 hrs #####

Fifteen minutes. That's how long she had been sitting in her car down the block from the bank willing herself to get out of the car. Sherry looked at the clock for the tenth time in the last fifteen minutes. It'd barely moved since the last time she looked. Damn it, she thought. She didn't have much time. She wanted this over as soon as possible so she could get to the kids. But, what she had to do to accomplish that was weighing heavily on her. She looked down at the numbers on the display on her chest ticking away.

She took a deep breath, stuck her hand with the knife into her jacket pocket as she got out of her car. She walked confidently down the street and stopped in front of the glass door to the bank. For a moment, she stared at her reflection. The jacket and vest it was covering made her look bulky. Her gaze traveled up and met her own emotion filled eyes. I've got this, she thought with resolve and entered the bank.

There were three people in line and all three tellers were busy. Sherry shoved her other hand in her jacket pocket, kept her head tipped down and her eyes covertly watching the tellers. The first person in line moved to the teller in the middle and she could see the first teller was wrapping up with her customer. Good, she thought, the one on the end is closer to the door. In and out, no harm no foul.

##### his perspective 1130 hrs #####

Jules stole a look at Sam. He'd become quiet after Spike finished his story. She reached down and turned off her radio.

Sam's fine tuned hearing picked up the tiny tick caused by one of their radios being turned off. He hadn't mentioned it to any of them but he could always tell who it was that had gone offline. He sighed, reached down and turned his radio off. When she didn't say anything, he looked at her. She raised a brow at him and he frowned. "What's up?"

"I just want to help."

"I know." Sam sighed as he stopped in front of the bank and watched a woman that seemed to be staring into the bank before she walked in. "My visit with Nat was a complete disaster." He ran a hand through his hair in frustration. "She drives me crazy Jules. She flits around doing whatever the hell she wants-" He clenched his jaw and looked out his window.

"While you've had to work hard for everything you've got and be responsible." Jules nodded slightly.

He looked at her. She hit the nail on the head. How did she do that? She could read him like a book. Sam took a breath, opened his door and stepped out. He just couldn't talk about this right now. He heard her say his name, but he ignored her and walked into the bank.

##### her perspective 1145 hrs #####

This was taking forever. The woman in front of her had finally moved to the first teller and she was still waiting for the old man at the end. She rolled her eyes and looked up realizing at the last second she was looking directly in the security camera. Crap. She tipped her head down quickly and noticed that the last teller was calling to her.

The walk to the teller seemed like it took forever. It was in horrible, step by vibrating step slow motion. She stopped at the counter, pulled the note and knife from her pocket and put them on the counter.

Teller MaryAnn Choona froze. After a moment of staring at the note and knife, her training kicked in. Don't fight. Give them what they want, slip in the dye pack. Don't be a hero. She nodded slightly and opened her drawer. She was about to slip her hand down to the alarm when the woman spoke.

"No alarms. Just the money. 200 thousand, no more no less." Sherry said as steadily as she could. She knew she couldn't point he knife or say anything threatening. Crime shows like NCIS and Law and Order were her favorites and had taught her a lot. No threats meant fewer charges and less jail time if she was caught.

"I-I don't have that in my drawer." MaryAnn looked at the woman for the first time. She looked familiar.

"Then get it from the roller. No funny business." Sherry hitched her chin at the large metal rolling box and kept her hand on the blade, hoping the woman understood the implication. She knew the tellers used that for change and larger transactions so it should have what she needed. Her knowledge of bank procedures was helpful. She realized that was probably why the man had chosen her.

MaryAnn nodded and went to the roller with the bag the woman gave her. She grabbed the whole amount from the roller as slowly as she dared. She hoped that one of the other tellers or the manager would walk by.

"Hurry up." Sherry whispered. The woman was going too slow. She had to get out of here now before the cops showed up. She knew the woman would be looking for a way to hit the alarm if she hadn't already.

As she was walking back to her station, MaryAnn happened to look up and saw the familiar blonde SRU officer standing in line. Her heart jumped. If only he would look at her. Her eyes darted to the robber who was looking around. She looked at him again, willing him to look at her. When his gaze lifted to hers she gave a small sigh of relief. She gave him a "help me" look and shifted her gaze from him to her and back again before she put the bag on the counter.

Sam felt someone looking at him and looked towards the teller. He saw MaryAnn staring at him then her gaze shifted to the woman at the counter and back to him. Something was wrong. He slowly reached down and turned his radio on. He put a hand on the person in front of him and whispered, "slowly and calmly leave the bank. Don't make any sound. You're safe. Please go quickly." The man turned to him frowning , but when he saw it was an SRU officer he quickly complied.

"Sam?" Jules' ears pricked up when she heard what he said and saw the man leave with a few others. She jumped out of the SUV and called to the three people. "Can you tell me what's going on?" She asked them.

"I don't know. That officer told me to leave so I told these two and we left." The man looked into the bank as the blonde moved towards a woman at the counter. "Is it a robbery?"

Jules looked inside and her heart skipped a beat. "I need you to go stand at the back of my SUV. Go now. Boss?"

AN: Sorry for the long wait. I had a bit of writer's block. As always please review. And now, I'm going into my little bunker as I'm sure there will be some cliffy retaliation coming my way (thank you to Missblueyes63 and Kenyancougar for indulging my super silly side with the fruit and veggie bombing of their stories.)